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Two nights ago I dreamt that I got into a fight, a knock-down-dragged-out fist fight, probably inspired by the episode of Veronica Mars I'd watched earlier that night. (PS - Further proof that VM is one of my favorites this season? The line "Rode Hard, meet Put Away Wet." Genius.)

Anyway, two mornings ago, I woke up to find that I had a bloody nose. To make matters worse, I seemed to have some kind of cut on my nostril. Not fun.

So did I punch myself in the middle of the dream? Probably. Which in itself is kind of cool. But the damn cut thing? Very unpleasant. Especially when you're fighting a lingering cold that requires nose-blowing. Ouch.

It's 2:30AM and this is what I feel the need to post on the internet. I'm just getting in from a very late night at work (followed by a brief drink at Pearls to unwind). It's been a monster work week, with few signs of slowing. Ugh.

Here's hoping for no more self abuse (at least not the bloody kind) during the few hours I have to sleep tonight... and maybe a little less during the waking hours too.